As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night,Who should I spy, but the Spanish LadyWashing her feet by the candlelightFirst she washed them, then she dried themOver a fire of amber coalsIn all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet about the soul

As I came back through Dublin City at the hour of Half past Eight,Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady,Brushing her hair by the garden gateFirst she tossed it, then she brushed itOn her lap was a silver combIn all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so fair since I did roam.

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As I went back to Dublin City, as the sun began to setWho should I spy but the Spanish ladyCatching a moth, in a golden net.First she saw me, then she fled meLifted her petticoats o'er her kneeIn all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet as that Lady

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Hey hey hey...

I've wandered North, and I have wondered SouthThrough Stoney Barter and Patricks CloseUp and around, by the Gloucester DiamondAnd back by Napper Tandys' houseAuld age has laid her hands on meCold as a fire of ashy coals...And all my life, I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet as that lady